Memorial service planned for former restaurateur, D2 director PDF Print E-mail
Written by George Browning   
Thursday, 28 December 2017 07:14

A celebration of his life will be conducted at 11 a.m. on Saturday, December 30, at Scottsburg United Methodist Church for Lyle Andrew “Andy” Donahue.

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Potter is 2018 Lilly Scholar PDF Print E-mail
Written by George Browning   
Thursday, 28 December 2017 00:00

Loralee Potter has been named the recipient of a four-year, full tuition scholarship as the Washington County Community Foundation 2018 Lilly Endowment Community Scholar.

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Scott County Jury List is Released for 2018 PDF Print E-mail
Written by Marcus Amos   
Thursday, 21 December 2017 15:14

 

 

 

Missy Applegate with the Scott County Clerk of Courts has released the 2018 Scott County Jury listing.

The first portion of list contains the list of 1,000 names that have been drawn for potential jurors for 2018.

The last portion of this list is broken down into 100 potential juror for a grand jury.

A self-addressed envelope will be sent to all those listed in this list for returns to the Scott County Clerk of Courts.

Elena Grigoryants, Kimberly Amrhein, Gary Holmes, Jason Free, Amanda Barrett, Linda Hiler, Teresa Renfro, Darkus Robbins, Shawn Comer, Joseph Payne, Donna Hall, Michael Spaulding, Philip Siener Jr, Craig Wind, Larry Thomas, Douglas Johnson, Rachael Hardin, Ethan Richey.

Paula Johnson, Betty Igou, Don Donahue, Elizabeth Ostertag, Summer Sandlin, Mildred Richey, Robert Shepherd Jr, Paige Tortat, Brenda Comer, Allen White, Makayla Gay, Patsy Snell, Stephen Wells, Amelia Pimentel, John Howser, Linda Illingworth, William Goble III.

Michael Sherwood, Yusuf Herman, Carl Butera, Lucille Fox, Michael Cutshall, Kelsie Collins, Jeremy Meadows, Megan Kraft, Ervin Beswick Jr, Jana Grammer, Brittany Engle, John Morgan, Mildred Brown, Carol Ward, Bailey Brooks.

Angela Jones, Kevin Dunn, Courtney Davis, Justin White, Edward Gordon, David Parker, Guadalupe Pantoja Jr, Emma Moore, Robert Stidham, Justin Eversole, Dale Hirstein, Dawn Miskell, Austin Skinner, Wilma Kendall, John Case.

Jennifer Reardon, Lisa Spencer, Evelyn Taylor, Barbara Richie, Heather Hollon, Kayla Westmoreland, Robert Coker Jr, Morgan Smith, Ethel Helton, Bonnie Simms, Diana Johnson, Kelcey Paden, Mary Rice, Teresa Thompson, Christopher Broy, Josh Monroe, Lorrie Elrod.

Pamela Foster, William Smith, Ethan Martin, Jessica Backus, Ryan Smith, Steven Wolfe, David Wright, Christina Ward, Polly Cole, Holly Richey, Regina Motsinger, Tina Cochran, John Cowing, Cassaundra Graves, Deana Simmons, Kasey Spicer.

Katie Craig, Stanley Brown, Brandon Lepper, Dustin Kiefer, Traci Orman, Brittany Jones, Jeremy Owens, Sejalben Patel, Gage Kelly, Dwayne Rice, George Severn, Roxanna Bixler, Joseph Slack, Shelly Hohnstreiter, Betty Braden.

Christopher Fugate, Earl Sizemore, Richele Sturgeon, Dennis Holland, Patricia Moore, Lewis Allen Jr, Mona Horn, James Wilkins Jr, Gerald Igou, Gerald Barnes, Mikaela Lytle, Mark Robbins, Jerry Bishop, Nannie Mull, James Howard.

James Thompson, April Turley, Teresa Spellman, Eddie Couch, Stephanie Misamore, Stefanie Lord, Mary Ward, Carl Terry, James Dean, Jessica Turner, Leslie Clark, Kaylan Hendrix, Lisa Hollan, Dorothy Manns, Kimberly Skrobot.

Briana Ingalls, Robert Johnson, Tanya Mccurry, James Campbell, Donna Cloud, Brandon Hollan, Jessica Madden, Jackie Ashley, David Harbold, Michael Jensen, Alisha Arbuckle, Michael Lytle, Tara Thomas, Nancy Morris.

Andrea Walker, Gwendolyn Ray, Douglas Alexander, Ezra Campbell, James Kallembach, Zachary Higdon, Virginia Henley, Autumn Akemon, Olive Holman, Thomas Boeckman Jr, Brandon Flowers, Charles Campbell, Samantha Bell.

Joseph Vernon, Michael Jackson, Jason Pruett, Paula Baldwin, Stephanie Caudill, Richard Hutton, Emily Stark, Samantha Collins, Delsie Garcia, James Powell, Latasha Mcintosh, Judy Eldridge, Darlene Hinnefeld, Donna Dalton.

Harold Roy Campbell, Robin Vance, Dustin Wiggins, Richard Buchanan, Christal Vernon, David Campbell, Mercedes Seniours, Edna Spicer, Margaret Herald, Jennifer Sartell, Tina Mishko, Pamela Lytle, Kaitlin Perry, Laura Short.

Russell Witten, Zebulon Cornett, Lillian Marion, Jill Baker, Tina Blakley, Daniella Blaine, Steven Ramsay, Joellen Leonhardt, Beth Maguire, Seigel Straughn, Kerry Goodin, Melinda Moldero, James Guy Jr, Morris Lovins, Everitt Spicer.

Stewart Sears, Kristi Brown, Terry Cole, Melanie Campbell, Patrick Creech, Marla Haven, Dewey Campbell, Jennifer Philpott, Trevis Burr, Susan Floyd, Jeremy Arnold, Michael Owens, Nicole Burnett, Cory Morris, Kimberly Corya, Sara Saunders.

Samuel Cowan Jr, Samantha Richardson, Nathan Caudill, Bonnie Burns, Davey Nichols, Eric Pryor, Shannon Donohue, Michael Higdon Jr, Thomas Fields, Marialane Ficht, Daniel Skaggs, Renee Coomer, Emily Jeffers.

Ariel Paul, Holly Miller, Terri Seibert, Kaitlyn Borden, Raymond Bowles, Crista Zanier, Mary White, Latonia Richey, Shannon Mount, James Haney, Tiffany Wallace.

Martha Randall, Hannah Bigler, David Campbell II, Jerry Spellman, Michael Hurley, Candace Dial, Jacob Hall, Ethan Hamlyn, Tina Reed, Angela Doebler, Rebecca Lykins, Eric Muncie, Tina Griffin, Amy Miller, Donald Boles.

Kevin Petty, Robert Allen, Pamela Shearer, Julia Snyder, Julia Sanders-Legg, Patsy Dawson, Cristobal Valencia, Connie Broady, Jeremy Sharpe, Sandra Morris, Clemson Nantz, Nathan Gates.

Cassidy Wicker, Brenda Talley, Nicole White, Harry Amick, Debra Buckman, Sally Kelley, Thomas Bush, April Taylor, Bailey Hall, Dora Ashley, Shaleigh Lucas, Anthony Engelking, Thomas Ely.

Alfredo Santos, Roger Sherrick, Nicholas Bryson, Paul Rice, Cynthia Creasy, Frank Noble, Christopher Dial, Jerry Clay, Maurice Collier, Caryl Dismore, Hans Hargis, Penny Gallagher, Elizabeth Briddle, Paul Kingston.

Homer Deaton Jr, Glenna White, Iva Gasaway, Etta Couch, Keith Jones, Carolyn Eversole Keith, James Richie, Stephanie Nieberlein, Edward Taylor, Phyllis Miller, Diana Davidson, Justine Blakley.

Donna Wooton, Tyler Castetter, Aaron Barnett, James Blevins, Ron Shaver, Dorothy Albert, Matthew Rose, Janice Gross, Dawn Rutherford, John Gray, Matthew Madden, Wanda Pace, Brenda King, Michael Wooten, Jan Peacock, Jean Amburgey.

Helen Roberts, Colten Hall, Janice Bishop, Brandon Goines, Jerry Kendall Jr, Chrisian Beswick, Joseph Eden, Rachel Rea, Delmer Gross, James Riley, Lillie Cloud, Andrea Gibson, Jonathan Stidham, Kevin Brown, Hazel Bowen.

Ashley Manthei, Pamela Smith, Paul Newman, William Canepa, Shawn Cardinal, Miranda Mory, Elmer Redmon IV, Penny Wright, Kyle Simpkins, Sable Combs, Mary Hoard, Seldon Manns, Sherman Lamb, Louis Holliday, Troy Vest.

Jeffrey Mcdonald, Justin Lizenby, Jonathan Evans, Donald Bostic, Jordan Lentz, Marjorie Hall, Lorene Herald, Betty Smith, Benny Hartig, Teah Middleton, Jose Garcia, Amanda Shuler, Richard Royse, Rebecca Daily, Steven Howard.

Henry Pendleton, Divyangkumar Patel, Evelyn Reynolds, Rickie Richardson, Samantha Wicker, Jonathan Lamaster, Dakota Abbott, Courtney Atkinson, Deborah Hundley, Sandra Ray, Joseph Stanbary, Samantha Lewis.

Angela Sears, Jason Herron, David Jennings, Kristen Thompson, Paul Mcintosh, Taitianiahia Collins, Dana Beutel, Kayla Vincent, Wilson Barger, Victoria Derringer, Phillip Nowling, Chris Johnson, Willard Barger, Vickie Stidham.

Randall Applegate, Dennis Hall, Judy Deal, Michael Stagnolia, James Fox, Brenda Bush, Patricia Shireman, Boyd Howard, Michalle Kizziah, Danny Hines, Shelby White, Larry Westmoreland, James Byers, Cindy Gilbert.

Jacinda Monroe, Sam Hopwood, Teresa Middleton, Wilma Fugate, Marita Hardin, Mark Kerstiens, Cynthia Bowen, Linda Bishop, Kolby Kerstiens, Patricia Eglian, Shirley Beswick, David Burge, Doris Horvath, Veronica Mcintosh.

Nicholas Siow, Hilari Vires, Loretta Stutsman, Daniel Pearl, Garrett Bussey, Charles Hicks, Jordan Pastrick, Gwen Peacock, Honey Bolton, Lois Comer, Katrina Whitaker, James Huckleberry, Ronnie Houchens.

Rachel Amos, Anita Shellenbarger, Charles Gaither Jr, Leta Mann, Roy Gray, Randal Roberts, Seth Cornett, Philip Dowd, Oakley Collins, Brittany Smith, Emily Petty, Wendy Campton, Donna Gardner, Michael Mclean, Amber Montgomery.

Kenneth Noble, Matthew Mihalik, Steven Johnson, Dennis Boley, Linda Amick, Steve Terrell, Morris Hysell, Kristina Wiseman, Rita Stepp, Pamela Montgomery, Phillip Bowling, Catherine Stamp, Wallie Campbell Jr, Colton Fields.

James Ramsey, David Thornberry, Andrew Hansrote Jr, Nicaila Mata, William Boles, Sharon Higgason, Will Gardner, Shirley Bryson, Paula Murray, Keith Parrish Jr,

Marcus Amos, Kaylynn Cole, Nicholas Robbins, Shirley Gabbard, Robert Lachance, Julia Wood, Kasey Scott, Amy Sweet, Micheal Loseman, Brandon Brooks, Jeanette Helt, Stephanie Hensley, Lena Bailey, James West, Philip Vanmeter.

Alicia Reeves, Adam Spicer, Lakyn Boyd, Matthew Craig, Barbara Caudill, Donna Wycoff, Sylvia Quinn, Rhonda Dehart, Cassandra Stice, Kyle Richey, Leah White, Alma Miller, Danielle Richey.

Linda Bone, Casey Stanford, Kenneth Thornton, Lindsay Wilfong, Chad Mcintosh, Thomas Beswick, Devon Catlett, Cindy Tharp, Richard Smith, Douglas Parker, Nickayla Wright, Mary Prostler, Virgil Johnson Jr, Maria Miller, Anita Hicks.

Richard Brewer N, Rebecca Castle, Pamela Owens, David Caudell, Cynthia Crawford, Michael Miller, Candace Lacosse, Beatrice Boswell, David Barrett, Brent Lee, Paul Jones, Jeremy Boggs.

Jamie Knowles, Roger Napier, Kayla Powell, Lauren Howser, Teresa Nease, Lisa Napier, Elizabeth Reece, Evelyn Richey, Kevin Downey, Greta Mull, Gregory Helton, Sue Montgomery, Gabriele Thorneycroft.

Diana Cannon, Carolyn Ogburn, Leisha Morrison, Anthony Moore, Shelbi Mclemore, Robert Spellman, John Sandlin, Angela Williams, Laura Payne, Melody Stidham, Rachael Bowling, Bobbie Paul.

Karen Curry, Selena Thompson, Virgil Killey, Carol Stead, Marion Sanders, Deborah Cornette, Tyler Arms, Mindi Stivers, Daniel Cole, Kelli Collins, Amanda Walker, Holly Helton.

Ernest Roberts, Richard Kiefer, James Jonas, Kristopher Snyder, Joyce Susnick, Sarah Noble, David Collins, Dorothy Bowling, David Gay, Marietta Anderson, Orlena Salyers.

Sara Mcginnis, Donald Amos, Barbara Adams, Calvin Johnson, Terrie Cox, Karen Russell, Karla Jefferson, Jeannette Pedigo, Deanna Dougan, Gavin Napier, Bradley Williams, Randy Kilburn.

Robert Barnard, Seth Gray, Erik Mobley, Sherry Powers, Sarah Konkler, Missy Applegate, Carol Pastrick, Patrick Bulington, Tina Waters, Cora Adams, Edna Hollan, Kimberly Pangburn.

Ida Mcneely, Camille Holbrook, Anita Cole, James Kennedy, Barbara Miles, Deborah Leake, Donna Begley, Shannon Ewing, Devona Burns, Tracy South, Joyce Kilburn, Kiana Fleshman.

Robert Barton, Michael Looney, Shannon Davis, John Smith, John Rutledge, Christie Rarick, Jeffrey Matthias, Dennis Jones, John Kiefer, Kourtney Mayfield, Malcolm Roberts, Frank Eberle Jr, Patrick Wright II.

Max Motsinger, Rachel Lee Surber, Dennis Pruett, Christopher Henson, Brian Allen, Megan Gregg, Brenda Danner, Kayla Konkle, James Brown, Irene Gayhart, Scott Arnold, Perry Vincent, Robert Akemon Jr, Jeremy Shepherd, Lisa Riley.

Carlos Gladden II, Julie Dulaney, Sheryl Jent, Zonnie Vance, Thomas Bowling, Christopher Irvine, Harrison Bowling,, Marilyn Rogers, Kelsie Mcintosh, Pearl Osman, Ledia Murphy

Teresa Korte, Iris Phillips, Richard Morman, Brack Neace, Debora Young, William Stivers, Crystal May, Jerry Owens, Nicholas South, Hannah Davis, Todd Reardon, Jacob Murphy, Patricia Williams, Sarah Hall, Stephen Cowell.

Patricia Donnell, James Patterson, Erin Edwards, Nancy Gray, Tamah Depriest, Erbie Flitcraft, Garrett Matthews, Charles Rocco, Roger Dennison II, Gabriel Aceves, Dennis Kreutzer, Paul Duvall.

Mary Spicer, Kurtis Baker, David Reed, William Owens, Mckenzie Brown, Shelby Ratts, Alexander Smith, Rebecca Landis, Arthur Spicer, James Myrick, Robert Rice, Sarah Mcintosh, Minaxiben Patel.

Nicholas Curtsinger, Christopher Palmer, Lillian Cady, Melissa Gladden, Mattie Robinson, Norma Irvine, Jeffery Campbell, Jerry Radcliff, Cory Cutshall, Zachary Best, Megan Stewart, Joshua Sparkman, Phyllis Claxton, Denise Smith.

Stephen Hawkins Jr, Billy Sneed, Arvine Blackburn, Shelly Pfaffenbach, Arlie Smith, Jimmy West, Jeffrey Kukuk, Christopher Napier, Donald Spicer, Scottie West, Barbara Peacock, David Combs, Diane Brewer, Ruby Pinnick, Terry Alexander.

Julian Stallings, Jeffrey Carter, Rash Sebastian Jr, Larry Case, Linda Dwyer, Jason Eldridge, Elizabeth Scott, Aaron Powers, Brooklyn Mcintosh, Linda Thomas, Christopher Pruett, Jimmy Harbold, Caleb Satterly, Paul Shafer, Brooke Rutledge.

Debra Rogers, Adam Boyd, Z Mcdonald, Maria Boyd, Glenn Pence Sr, Nicholas Ballenger, Jeffrey Watts, Michael Campbell, Maxine Rembusch, Dennis Foster, Ollie Whitt, Shelby Spencer, Tanya Robbins, Eddie Buckel,Travis Jones.

Matthew Gregory, Tony Doyle, Raynita Norton, Timothy Payne, Kimberly Roseberry, Tracy Mcvey, Veronica Guadal Valencia-Cornejo, Jeff Palmer, Johnnie White, Jessica Fordyce, James Bowman, Danny Brock, Tim Fleenor.

Laurie Allman, Christin Livermore, Jimmy Green, Betty Pence, Robert Ely, Terry Rushmeyer, David Pierce, Theresa Larson, Ashley Kemp, Shirley Collins, Patricia Cozart, Sara Slack, Wilbur Barnes, Lawrence Smith, Malori Cole, Betty Mosier.

Phillip Ingalls, Robert Paiz Jr, Alice Coulter, Natosha Gay, Mackenzie Thieneman, Michael Ottersbach, Stephanie Bridgewater, Carl Campbell, Stephen Riley, Andre Bosjolie, Charles Law.

Richard Campfield, Verna Harris, Bridget Gorman, Michael Tingle, Jordan Baker, Herbert White, Daniel Goetzinger, Brandon Strong, Catherine Baird, Ronald Mcneely, April Fugate.

Michelle Korty, Roger Boley, Brittany Pack, Melissa Romero, Janice Napier, Robert Napier, James Lucas, Jessica Morgan, Darlene Burns, Jennifer Stutsman, John Cornett Jr, Quincy Jeffries, Ashley Hardin, Marsha Martin, Loretta Cloud,

Joni Stringer, Carolyn Lind, Lucy Wagner, Larry Vancleve, Darrell Johnson, Frank Lamaster, Mammie Lamb, Cindy Barger, Shaunacie Giuliano, Raymond Richie, Elizabeth Coomer.

Martha Tellis, Casey Mcintosh, Martina Campbell, Barbara Britton, Kathy Napier, James Clay Jr, Dustin Shelton, Charlie Jones, Mable Walker, Donna Campbell, Debra Danner, Mary Chattin, Rebekah Stanfield, Misty Sanchez.

Maralyn Murphy, William Schill, Chase Hardin, Cheyenne Holman, Alberta Bridgewater, Bryan Fiscus, Tim Rose, Thomas Spicer, Brittney Nichols, Donald Smith, Robin Coomer, Randol Woolbright Jr,

Angela Butts, Ashley Jones, Travis Shubert, Jamie Russell, Larry Hunefeld, Meghan Bogner, Patrick Harvey, Alexa Howser, Keith Smith, Christa Combs, Hunter Stivers, Joshua Griffin, Sarah Williams, Lawrence Fagersten.

Herbert Jent Jr, Randy Elam, Hugh Sebastian, Eric Lowry Jr, Cheryl Rigsby, Ronda Morris, Ashley Viergutz, Paul Pimentel, Kimberly Lowe, Robert Couch, Victoria Wilson, Jacob Jones, Jacob Bowling, Charles Hollan, April Lamaster.

Billie Barger, Stephanie Gricius, Daniel Crone, Kristie Sullivan, Jami Meeks, Vince Miller, Philip Moore, Joseph Kiefer, William Gardner, Cindy Gibson, Linda Fortner, Eddy Rose, Christopher Ackeret, Toiuana Robertson, Carry Gray, Angel Raisor.

Sandra Watts, Doreen Foland, Charles Sebastian, Maximilian Kriechbaum, Shelby Cole, Jean Jent, Amber Robertson, Brittany Brunner, Tiffany Cochran, Ronald Comer, Robert Thomas, Arthur Mayer.

Matthew Prostler, Steven Gay, Michael Helton, Dennis Eve, Vera Sparrow, Chris Whelan, Jodi Parks, Nathan Parker, Bart Draper, Ruth Neace, Tina White, Roy Jett, Mildred Thomas, Kelsi Barnett, Floyd Surber, Andrea Treadway.

Angela Mann, Jeremiah Dismang, Enick White, Steven Bowling Jr, Joshua Roberts, Brittany Sampson, Jenny Ely, William Richie, Delsa Roberts, Jeremy Brindley, Rebecca Pence, Tiffiany Lambert.

Ronnie Brickley Jr, Larry Hall, James Couch, Orby Bush, Jackie Lainhart, Duane Yonts, Mark Whittymore, Kenneth Amick, Kameron Mace, David Bruce, Troy Horstman, Darla Begley, Donnie Sanders, Jason Howell, Michael Peden.

Bradley Applegate, Connie Jones, Michael West, Linda Wallmark, James Stone, Billy Mullins, Jacqueline Brock, Larry Lane, Mason Steinkamp, Brianna Barclay, Samantha Perez, Deborah Collins, Lisa Campbell, George Walker III.

Rachel Willoughby, Kirk Blay, James Abbott, Vicky Ousley, Patty Clancy, Lucinda Miller, Christina Nelson, Rhonda Campbell, Brandon Allen, Walter Fleenor, Lillie Lewis, Ross Kern, Phyllis Fields, Tinkle Rightsell, Karen Harris, Shadron Coomer, Michelle Cole, Derek Hill II, James Fitch, Caine Williams.

Grand Jury List of Jurors

Danny Childress, Howard Reardon Jr, Charlie Coakley, Kison Harlow, Lana Myrick, Kaitlyn Sims, Teresa Ingram, Nicholas Barker, Margaret Brewer, Ollie Strobl, Justine Jameson, Michael Hinton. Will Sizemore, Chantel Stutsman, Jason Miles, Hal Heath, Carol Combs, Teresa Gerth, Michael Sturgill, Susan Obrien, Kaitlyn Couch, Melissa Adams, Jamie Buxton, Euleda Turner, Robert Goble.

Matthew Hopkins, Briann Cole, Matthew Wasson, Janet Mattox, William Mullins, Audrey Lamaster, Jennifer Marquez, Clarinda Rosebrock, Joshua Grimes, Tiffany Prater, Jo Miller, Bruce Schatz.

Ronald Brown, Kimberly Davidson, Ronald Everitt, Allen Judy, Samuel Campbell, Joachim Crain, Justin Hulsopple, Chastity Shelton, Angelique Fackler, Jeffery Shaffer, William Bishop, Caleb Walker, W Gail Leonard, Jason Sipe.

Anthony Cassano, Earl Webster, Linda Dreyer, Charles Rightnour, Phillip Marcum, Kermit Couch, James Robinson, Todd Hall, Tiffany Hensley, Mylisa Sizemore, April Ramoni, Henry Mcintosh, Samantha Lord.

Catherine Shaffer, Christopher Sego, Kevin Lewis, John Handlon, Tracey Mullins, Katherine Holliday, Bitha Gibson, Dianna Conner, Michael Willis, Brice Hall, Robert Miller III, Thomas Mulvaney, Jessica Todea, Crystal Couch.

Stephanie Manthei, Lewis Jones, Dipika Patel, Megan Gillispie, Joshua Self, James Mills, Rhonda Neal, Edith Culley, Jacqueline Blakley, Abigail Gleason, Donnie Douglas, Wilgus Turner.

Rosalita Foley, Aaron Richardson, Maria Bao, John Donohue, Michael Elam, Robert Hedrick Jr, Beth Lucas, Christopher Chasteen, Donna Nease, Samantha Baker.

 

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Christmas Memories Shared from our Readers PDF Print E-mail
Written by Marcus Amos   
Thursday, 21 December 2017 15:09

 

As the Christmas season is upon us and winter has finally begun, these are the times when families come closer together to share their lives during the holiday season.

Many of us have a lot of fond memories to share during the holidays, so our readers have contacted us with their stories and memories that mean so much to them over the years.

This gives us the opportunity to reflect back on our memories as well and to remember times which is hopefully a joyous occasion in most of our lives. Some there are some bitter sweet memories and some folks have some not so pleasant memories during this season.

We want to remember the main reason for the season this year at Christmas! It’s all about Love. God is love. God sent His son to be with us a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes in a manger in Bethlehem where he was born for our salvation. God gave us the greatest gift, which was his Son, Jesus Christ. He was sent here for a reason, the reason for the season, to bridge the relationship between us and God again. So lets remember the reason for the season as we celebrate this Christmas, and as we begin our day on Christmas, lets remember to say “Happy Birthday Jesus,” and include Him in everything we do. And make it a tradition to read the “Real Christmas Story” each year from the Bible starting Luke Chapter 2, and make it a tradition in your homes.

The rest of this article consist of various stories and memories from our readers. So get you a cup of hot chocolate, curl up with your favorite lap-quilt in front of the fire place and take a walk down memory lane, and think back on your past Christmas’s you have had. Some of these memories have also been shared by those who have now gone on to be with the Lord and many are still here with us. Some are new memories from new contributors this year and some are memories contributed from years past. A great way to keep memories alive.

 

Christmas Gift From a Stranger

My father was in the army and we were stationed in Virginia. Mother, daddy and I were going out to dinner. We entered this restaurant and this sargeant was coming out. He nodded as we entered. We were eating and he came back in with a gift and gave it to me. I opened it and it was a cookie jar with a Minnie Mouse head on one side and Micky on the other side That was almost 70 years ago, and I still have it. It has been enjoyed by me, my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and my great-granddaughter.

Barbara Ashley

Scottsburg

 

Christmas in the

Appalachian Mountains

As I watch the smiling faces of the grandkids I adore, I have visions of another Christmas and a little girl lay sleeping on a pallet upon the floor. Her hair was as white as a new fallen snow, her cheeks were so rosey and face all algow. I heard the wind howling all through the meadow and knew it was Santa bringing lots of presents. He entered our door without making a sound, for we had no chimney he could come down. His bag was so full. He could hardley carry it, as he crossed to the tree with lights twinkling so merrily. He took them all out and placed them all there. A big one for me. Must be my Teddy Bear!. Shoes for us all and other things. You see I knew he would come. This was Christmas Eve! As he went out the door and I awoke with a start. I ran to the window, but it was still dark. I looked all around me, but what did I see? There were no presents, not even a tree. For all this had been just a dream to me...As this Christmas ends and each take their leave, I thank the Good Lord for the Santa in Me.

H. Peacock

Christmas Day 1936

Christmas Day 1936 is the most memorable of my 89 years. I, Edwin Hardy, was eight years old, living in Saluda Township of Jefferson County, Indiana on the family farm. My parents were Claude and Beryl Hardy.

Preparations for the celebration were being made to spend the day with my paternal great-grandparents, Salem and Eliza Blackford, who lived about three miles west on a small tributary of the 14 Mile Creek. Normally, at home our Christmas tree was a cedar tree cut from the fence rows on the family farm. Two boards were crossed and nailed to the tree trunk as a stand. At the top of the tree was a homemade cardboard star covered with tin-foil, probably, saved from chewing gum wrappers. Cotton balls were placed on the tree to resemble snow and tinfoil icicles were hung on the branches. Mom had some very precious and cherished glass bulbs, which she carefully hung on the tree. I had looked through magazines and seen colored pictures of birds, of which, was the most beautiful redbird. Using a coloring book, I colored the birds, especially, the red-birds, which I placed on the cedar limbs for decorations. The Christmas dinner was homegrown: mashed potatoes, green beans and our very own sugar cured smoked ham.

As a young boy, I was given pocket knives, but I was always losing them. One year, three knives were given to me. Other memorable gifts were a box camera and a guitar. My father, Claude, told us many times that all he received for Christmas was an orange. This prompted him to insist that everyone at Paynesville Christian Church be given a brown bag of peanuts and an orange at the Christmas program.

About 8 am on this particular day, I was looking out the south window of our farm house toward the west. I remember seeing very low lying black clouds. The clouds were moving toward our house with rapid speed driven by the wind. The sky opened up and down come the snow, and more snow, all day. No celebration. I sat behind the wood stove all day trying to keep warm. The temperature had dropped quickly to below zero. The forceful wind was blowing under the drafty farm house and through the cracks between the floor boards, which caused the rugs on the floor to bellow up and flutter. The blizzard-like wind blew the snow into low lying areas, filling the roadways and huge whirled drifts were common around the buildings.

The residents of the farming community wondered when the roads would be cleared enabling the buses to pick up the children. As the new year began, Saluda school did open and I returned to my second grade class.

The snow storm continued its wintry snow dumping into Ohio and Pennsylvania. As the spring thaw melted the snow, thus, began the 1937 historical flooding into the Ohio and Mississippi River valleys.

Edwin Hardy

Saluda Township (Jefferson County)

 

Gator for Christmas

Sometimes we forget and that is why we remember family, especially this time of year.

One of my most memorable Christmas was in the year 2015.

My four-year-old great-grandson told me he wanted Santa to bring him a gator.

Unbeknown to him I knew that and we had the gator in my garage.

When Santa came to get it, I told him that my great-grandson ha said “he was going to hide behind the couch and catch Santa Christmas eve night. He's so fun and such a joy. I love you baby.

Also in 2015, I got a new great granddaughter. She is so pretty and very special. I love you too baby. Merry Christmas and happy New Year everyone.

Granny” Susie Bixler

Scottsburg

 

Brother Builds a Sleigh –

Family Dinner-Singing and Dancing

I remember one Christmas my brother built a sleigh and we tried to go sledding. Although it had snowed, we didn't get too far cause the snow was too soft, Ha! But we still had fun playing in all that white stuff and making snow angels and snowmen.

Daddy always built a warm fire in the stove and we'd all gather round it and that was nice.

I think back on those times and they are happy memories for me.

Of Course we always split our dinners with grandma and grandpa and granny. Grandpa would play his banjo and sing. We'd dance. I can still see grandma dancing in the kitchen. That's been over 40 years ago.

The meal was huge, and then by the time we went to granny King's house, everyone was stuffed but it didn't matter because the time we shared is what counted. I realize that many of our family are no longer here and really it is all said and done. All you have are family. So to all my family, I want to say I truly love you and have a happy holiday season.

Scooter Brandenburg-Jones

Scottsburg

 

Finding Out Daddy was Santa

My first real memory of who Santa Claus was: I remember up at the “Upper Cana” School about 1932. I would have been around six years old, we had Santa visit the school that day and when we were dismissed that day, I walked home, as our house was really close to the school property. I noticed a trail of little piece o of cotton along the way. As I continued to follow the trail it led directly to my house. Putting 2 and 2 together I figured it out. My dad was the Santa Claus and that was my first real knowledge of who Santa was.

Mary K Rose

Crothersville

 

Blue Christmas Record

and Shopper's Mart

I remember about Christmas 1968 and the old Shopper's Mart there on the square in Scotsburg on the East side of the square. We use to shop there a lot. That particular time I found the Christmas record “Blue Christmas” by Elvis Presley and to this day. I still have it. Oh yeah I miss that store.

Brenda Moody Bradley

Crothersville

 

I just have to tell this. This is just in 2016. My six year old Daniel Ray McIntosh wrapped up some gifts himself for his little cousin, Jase, only six months old and his aunt Bekah. I think he drew a picture for her and he wrapped up a pair of plastic toy “numchucks” for Jase and when his mother asked where he got them. He said I went in my room and got some of my things/toys. I thought that was so touching. I have tried to teach him to give more and be blessed than to receive the Bible says.

One year at school they had a man bring boxes of items in for the kids to pick out gifts for family. My son, Andy, was in about second grade maybe. He picked out a paper clip for my desk. It was a gold “Grasshopper.” I still have it on my desk. He also gave me a coffee mug with a bird on it one year, which was so precious.

My Rebekah had decorated a little plastic box with all kinds of pretty things. She is so talented and crafty and gave to me one year. She made her own name tags and fixed curly ribbon. I always liked the picture ornaments that the teachers had the kids make at school. They make really nice keepsakes, when I was about 8 or 9, we went to Evergreen, Alabama for Christmas. My uncle's family lived there. It was just a simple built house with fireplaces in each room. His mother would fix biscuits and gravy early in the morning for breakfast with molasses. We would light fire-crackers at Christmas time. I remember getting a little doll, diaper bag and all the dolly needs in it. I can still smell the type of plastic. Nothing like being with family, not only on holidays but every opportunity that you can get.

The year I accepted Jesus as my personal savior, in 1974, my Andy was almost 4 that December. His part in the play went: wise men brought him rare gifts, wise men brought Him rare gifts, wise men brought Him rare gifts. That's why we have Christmas.

Brenda K. Moody Bradley

Crothersville

 

I Remember Christmas

on the Ridge

As I remember my youth just beginning to start the times of Christmas so dear to my heart. How dad and mom would get us to believe. That old Santa would come on Christmas Eve. Mom would hide us in the bedroom behind the door. Then we waited and listened for steps on the floor. Sometimes we would hear him for bells would be ringing.

We wondered in silence what could he be bringing? We would try to peek through the door while he was still there. But mom would let us as she would say be quiet or Santa will hear. Our socks would hang on the mantle behind the stove.

We waited for Santa to leave, trying to hear the reindeer he drove. When we sure he was gone, mom would open the door. We would all rush out to look under the tree on the floor. Toys were scarce but the socks would be full of oranges, bananas, peanuts and candy, we would pull, because the candy would melt a bit from the heat. It was hard to take out in order to eat, as I think of these things from a distant past. They are so dear to my heart and will always last. I would not trade places with anyone for any reason. Cause I couldn't have been happier; especially during the Christmas season (1987).

Marvin L. Shepherd

 

Christmas Past and Present

Remembering my childhood Christmas's growing up with four other siblings, in a small house. We didn't have a lot, but we were happy and loved. Our tree, with the big colorful lights, light up the whole house Christmas morning. There was a bag of candy and fruit. For each of us, while mom prepared the dinner. (We) myself and brother and sisters would be outside playing in the snow. Good times back then, miss my parents, Earl and Elsie McNear, they were special. I went to the Nazarene Church with my grandma and on Christmas Eve. We would go out caroling. The church is still there, when I go by it sometime, brings back old memories. After my children got married and had their children (my grandkids) we would have our get-togethers on Christmas even at one of the kids house. The house would be filled with the sounds of laughter and little ones running around waiting to unwrap those presents. We had a good dinner stuffing ourselves with all the good food we all prepared. When it was time for unwrapping gifts. The grandkids sitting on the floor, their faces Aglow, smiles and awes' coming from them as I watched them as I watched them. I thanked God for this special time together and my family. We took pictures and videos of everyone. This is something special to me for now, two precious angels are not in my pictures or videos now. My daughters, Jeannie and Cindy Riley, they are spending their Christmas's in Heaven now with our Savior. We miss them greatly and though they aren't with us here, I know their spirit is around us. I get those pictures and videos out and watch them and a tear falls from my eye, seeing us all together. My family is the Greatest Gift that was given to me. Christmas is special being with our loved ones, and most of all celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. May everyone have a blessed and Merry Christmas.

Bonnie Riley

 

Grandma's House for Christmas

I want to share my Christmas memories with you. When I was little, our family would go to grandma's house in Austin. Everyone would bring a covered dish and people exchanged gifts. My dad worked extra hard to earn money to buy us kids, Christmas gifts.

We would all get new clothes on Christmas Day and Christmas was daddy's favorite time of the year.

Mom worked real hard cooking food to take to the dinner. Christmas was always a special time for me because I could just fee how close and special everyone was. Everyone was so happy and cheerful. Now so many loved ones are gone; so I want to dedicate this to my loved ones that have gone on. God Bless you all.

We used to go to Grandma's house, every Christmas day. All of our family would gather around. Then someone would prayer. After dinner we'd go outside and we'd laugh and run and play. Then we'd build a snowman and enjoy the day. Grandpa would get his banjo out and he would play and sing. We would laugh and dance around at the magic that the holiday would bring. Aunt Etta made a movie of our family from long ago. When I watched it, memories flooded my mind. And love filled my heart so. Many are gone now and so many are a new. But I'll always remember “Grandma's House Each Christmas Day that's true.

Nita Brandenburg-Jones (Scooter)

Lexington

 

Remembering My Mom

Her name was Goldine, she was only five feet tall, her hair was very fine and looked like silk, her face was lovely even with several scars left after a wreck in which she was thrown into the windshield of the car.

We children were very young at the time and it traumatized all of us, it was nearly Christmas when the accident happened. We didn't celebrate that year, we just wanted our mom to get well. Many years has passed since that accident and my mom has sadly passed away.

I remember one Christmas I was 16 years old. My sister, Gladys worked in Indianapolis and she came with gifts for everyone, toys for my younger brother and sister, a lovely dresser set for me, a hair brush, hand mirror and comb, a shirt for Dad and a tablecloth for mom. I could see the disappointment on her face. She thanked Gladys and said she needed a new one.

Later that day after Gladys left, mom took the table cloth out of the both and underneath was an envelope. I watched as she opened it, inside was a lovely gold chain, she took it out and held it close to her chest tears streaming down her face. I took the chain and put it around her neck, gave her a hug and went to my room and had a good cry.

Years have passed since that Christmas. I married and had three children. At Christmas each year we would spend Thanksgiving with Delmar's mom and dad and Christmas with mine, the next year we would do the opposite.

My mom would prepare a lovely Christmas dinner for the family's that come. We didn't expect gifts only the food she so lovely prepared. The dessert always were jam cake and her bread pudding with a creamy topping with just a hint of nutmeg, which just seemed to melt in your mouth. I have both of her recipes.

The first year mom received her social security checks. She purchased each of us girls small appliances for the kitchen, such as an electric coffee pot, waffle iron and an electric skillet and toys for the children and gifts for other family members. I'm sure it took most of her check, but I could see how happy it made her feel.

In 1970, mom and dad were spending the winter in Florida along with my aunt and uncle, and another couple from Madison. Just a week after serving in Florida on Thursday morning mom wasn't feeling well, later when she was feeling worse, dad took her to the hospital on Saturday and she had a massive heart attack and passed away.

Mom had always been quite about her health as she said she didn't want to worry us. I think she knew she wasn't going to live long and had written a letter to us. I still have a copy of it and still after 45 years, I can't read it without feeling my heart breaking again. That was my mom still strong in my memory and forever missed.

I know this isn't a happy Christmas memory, but sometimes around the holidays we loose a loved one and all we have left is memories.

To all of you who have lost loved ones this year God Bless You, hold on to your memories. They are forever treasured. Wishing everyone else a very Merry Christmas.

Georgia McNeely

 

Going to the 5 & 10 Store

and Getting Earrings,

Family Time,

Riding in Homemade

Sleigh and More

I have so many fond memories from my childhood and growing up out on the hill west of Crothersville. Dad would always cut us down a nice cedar tree, then in 1962, one of my brothers gave mom and dad a silver tree with a color wheel. It was pretty neat. I remember once Dad had gotten me and my sister a set of telephones with a wire that reached from one room to the other. Then another time I was in seventh grade. I had shaken this present. I thought it was a doll, well to my surprise, dad had gotten me a camera,which got me into taking pictures and also got me into the love of photography. Mom gave us a matching raincoat and umbrella. One year dad got mom a gift and wrapped it and we told her it was a red hat. We had lots of fun with that. It was a baking dish. We enjoyed lots of family time over Christmas break. I loved our school parties, we always drew names, got treats at school from our bus driver. I was off school until January and if there was snow Dad would hitch up our big homemade sled behind his tractor and ride us around out in the field and then warm up in front of the wood stove and make snow ice cream. Of course mom and her friend would make all kinds of candies including fudge and divinity. One really special memory when I was 16, we were at Murphy's 5 & 10 in Seymour and dad told me I could pick out anything I wanted for Christmas. I chose a little box of about six pierced earrings. Yes those were wonderful times. Wonderful Christmas times. I Thanks God for his son Jesus and for the great childhood memories that being about to remember the true gifts of Christmas which is not the presents, but it is His presence.

Brenda Moody Bradley

Crothersville

 

Ten Fingers and Ten Toes

& The Pole Light

Let me state to you that I was a foster child and never heard of Santa Claus from birth to the age of six. I want to tell you about the caring stories of foster parents, caring nursing homes, where I plan to spend the rest of my life telling people, not to give up. Telling them also of the love and saving grace of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I call this the only family member I was given back in 1961, that is still left. She is now 100 years young. Christmas is a great time, now to tell one of my true stories... The Pole Light... Then the Story of a Person Taking the life that God has given Him and now tries to help Others on their way and find the Reason for the Season...Jesus Christ. I found him in 1977 and my life has never been the same again.

The Pole Light

Lord Jesus, let your light shine on this message. Remember back, before all the security lights came along. Most houses and Barns had a 40 watt light bulb to light up our paths. We had one of these on a pole and one on the barn. The year I wish to tell you about is 1965. I was ten years old. Just old enough to run everywhere Mom had to go. It was Christmas Eve. We had sows that were to deliver babies close to this day. Snow was expected, yet it was not snowing at this hour. The time was around 9 p.m. Heading back to the house mom said that I had to rush in to bed that Santa Claus would soon be coming there... still... was no snow on the ground. You know how it is. You just can not get very much sleep, well, I kept going to the window to check to see if it had snowed. I could see the tracks of Santa's sleight. This is what I thought. I dozed off, morning came. I could barely see that pole light. It had been replaced by the sun. The light of God. It was Christmas Day. I ran down the stairs. I found toys, clothes and candy...

Mom said that around noon that we would have a great lunch. The thoughts of that old pole light left my mind until dark. Then there was my old friend again with the snow covering the ground, both lights joined forces and lighted up the whole yard. Today I have a new light to light my way. Jesus Christ is that light. Following his footsteps will lead you to a wonderful life and an eternal life. He is the light of the world you can find him day and night.... Merry Christmas.

Ten Fingers and Ten Toes

Waiting for me to take my first breath. The first day of July 1954. Jesus Christ gives me “Life” on this planet Earth. Tow parents whom can not take care of the other two boys they already have and create a future to three boys. I was the middle son. There are five of us now in this family, living in a shack at the age of five. Not very many memories do I have stored in my that stand out. This winter was a long and cold one, being cooped up for months in this place. Then one day, the door opened and we were allowed to go outside. It took me only a minute to notice the warmth of the sun. The sound of a bird on a power line, singing It is spring, caught this boys' attention. Never being told about Jesus yet, I spoke-Lord is this your sign to me that you are still watching over me? Soon in 1961, the county Sheriff's Deputy automobile pulls up and collects all five of us boys and takes us to a house in Eastern Scott County. The home of John and Flossie Borders. These two people are “County Foster Parents,” they would take care of us temporarily until the county found us homes. In a few weeks, four of my brothers would leave. These people chose to keep and raise me. The second memory that lingers in memory still to this day is when we arrived at this lady's house she led us to a table. My eyes caught this table full of food, more food than I had in all my six years of life. Someone must have tipped her off that I loved mashed potatoes. Realizing not just hours earlier I had dug into a burlap sack to retrieve raw potatoes. This must be Heaven.

It would not take these two people very long to start me on my road to recovery. Around the age of 7, I went to church where I attended Bible school, this is where I first heard about Jesus. My life would never be the same again. Oh, do not think that I am a little angel, I would have years going down a road to discover that sin was all around me. Finally in 1977, all my sins were washed away when I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. The years started to rush by. I found employment as a laborer for a major railroad company. The events of life are not always good on man. In 1980, the father that took me in 19 years earlier went home to Heaven. I mus stop for a moment and tell you that there are three more children that this mother took into her home that I grew up with from 1961 to this day. They are still my family. I also need to tell you that my birth mother had diabetes having a bunch of children and was not a wise choice.

This earthly father has taught me so many things that I still use today. In 2003, I had to have my right foot amputated due to diabetes. As I lay in the hospital operating room, I looked up at the bright lights. I had to ask my Lord for a new mission. As I recovered in a nursing home. I knew what I had to do. I had to tell everyone about the Love and Grace that followed me everywhere I went. Jesus said: I will never leave you nor forsake you. I began to do Bible messages five years ago, passing them out room to room and to the visitors. Still today I do this.

My mother now has celebrated her 100th birthday, the blessing upon a mother of foster children reached a record in Heaven. Her and my time is growing short. The little boy of Scott County will once again be turned back over to his Lord, His Creator.

Thank you Jesus for these 53 years of my earthly family-mom and dad I speak about...wonderful years. Lord, my love for you may not show and I do not praise you enough yet. I love thee. Thank you for not letting me die on that operating table in 1954. I am still listening for your voice.

Kash Day Lafferty

 

A Christmas story....

Scottsburg woman's victory against cancer a miracle? Definitely yes!

Just a few days before Christmas in 2012, December 23, I kept my yearly mammogram appointment at Scott Memorial Hospital.

Despite the holiday rapidly approaching, I was vigilant in making my health check-ups. I've had too many scares, lost too many people in my life. Getting old is definitely not for the faint at heart!

Once the technician was done with my test, she asked me to have a seat, that she'd be back in a few minutes.

When the door re-opened, the nurse and a doctor walked in. He had a sorrowful look in his eyes. “I'm so sorry to tell you this, just two days before Christmas, but you have Stage 4 breast cancer,” he said.

I was stunned. The nurse started to cry. “Melba,” she asked, “do you want to cry?”

No, I didn't cry. I went home. My husband was on the phone with my doctors, Skip Hunefeld and Erica Rogers. An appointment was made for me at the Brown Cancer Center in Louisville.

Our Christmas that year wasn't a happy one. We were anticipating the worst news possible throughout what should have been a happy time of the year.

I went to the Brown Cancer Center the next week. Surgery was performed quickly because the cancer was “...on the move...” and had to be removed. It had to come out.

So I started my journey of recovery. I had great doctors, Dr. Riley and Dr. Quillios, and a wonderful cancer team. They were with me every day. Drs. Hunefeld and Rogers were so good to me as was their staff, “the girls.” Love you all.

I received additional, vital support from my family, husband Tom, son Jimmy, his wife April and my grandchildren. To all of my family, a big hug and a big thank you.

I wanted to tell my story because cancer can happen to any man and any woman. I don't know why I am still on this earth, but one day, I will know.

But I want every person in Scott County who has ever given a dollar to cancer research to know that you gave me a chance to live and be with my loved ones, to enjoy them and enjoy my life. What a gift!

To those who sent me cards and let me know they were praying for me and thinking of me, 228 cards, I want you to know I waited each day for the mail to read your messages. It was like receiving Christmas presents!

I am still on my journey. The Lord told me He would never leave me. He would stand by my side in all my troubles.

So, this Christmas, we are going to have a wonderful Christmas and a tree to celebrate our Lord's birth and His promise to each of us.

Merry Christmas!

Melba Eads

 

Christmas Memories

Being the daughter and granddaughter of active Home Economic members in Saluda Township of Jefferson County during the late 1900’s, I joined the Greenbriar Homemakers in Lexington Township. Many of the ladies were grand dames, Florence Miller, Louise Coomes, Agnes Kimberlin, Lois Meagher and Betty Boley. As one of the younger set, I was thrilled to be entertained in their homes. The tables were always set with care, the food tasted like a bowl full of jelly and the hostess was a joy. The month of December was so special, the Christmas Party. The ladies all dressed in their colorful holiday garb.

The guests made requests for each lady to bring that special recipe dish. One special request was for the angel biscuits made by Lois Meagher. We gathered mostly at Betty Boley’s house in Scottsburg. The house was decorated with the greatest of elegance. Every room had an exquisite Christmas wreath, pillow, decorative towel, and Santas, but the reason for the season was foremost in her home. Sandy, her daughter, has a large collection of Nativity Scenes, some she made and some, which she purchased. The placing of these made it known that Betty wanted all to acknowledge that she believed in the virgin birth and was proud to give Christ a place of honor. Her baked chicken would have made Santa stop for more than carrots or a cookie.

Her dressing with the chicken was the best that I ever had. She made it with fresh bread, which was new to me. My mother saved the old bread for that, or maybe, that’s what she wanted us to think. It could be that mother did that to use the old bread. After Betty gave a heartfelt prayer of thankfulness, we all engaged in the joy of sharing love for one another as we broke bread together. Then, Betty being a gamer, let the games begin. She taught us to play a game with dominoes, called Chicken.

Nothing Chicken about these ladies. Betty’s prizes were worth crowing about and everyone scratched for them. We all left with our bellies full, our hearts filled with joy and smiles on our faces, maybe some food too. Thank you Betty for those wonderful memories.

Janice Stanley

 

Christmas Memories

I remember when we lived in Buckhorn, Ky.I was bout 9-10 yrs.old.it was a couple days before Christmas. mom was making her Christmas wish after all ...all we were getting for Christmas was a supper cooked by my mother (Betty Ann). But it didn't matter (because as I remember dad was in a accident and was out of work.) as I remember...i heard my mom say.. Lord it sure would be nice to have a chocolate cake for Christmas. Well my aunt Vi( that's what I call her) said she wish she'd had chicken n dumplings .well without knowing what the other had wished for when my aunt Vi got to our house...she brought a big chocolate cake for Christmas n my mom had cooked chicken n dumplings plus the fixings. That was the best Christmas ever even though we never got presents we had the best dinner and my daddy told us a story he made up before we went to bed now,that is what Christmas is about! Oh, the memories it wasn't bout presents it was being a family, love n Christ!

Karen Hensley

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Pink and Black Radio

and Stuffed Tiger

Growing up as an Army Brat I have several memories. This time of year I think of this. We. were living at Fort Jackson, South Carolina and my father received orders to go to Korea so Mother and I went to stay with my Grandmother in Evansville, IN for the year my father would be gone. Christmas was coming and he knew I wanted a pink and black radio and a small stuffed tiger. I really did not expect to get it since my father was gone. Under the tree on Christmas morning I saw a medium size box wrapped in brown paper addressed to me with the postmark and stamp from Korea. Yes, it was my radio and a toy tiger from my father. My father has past away now and this is the season that I always remember this wonderful memory.

Merry Christmas,

Barbara Ashley

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My Best Christmas Present

The best Christmas present that I ever received was an engagement ring and a marriage proposal. In December 1963, my boyfriend Donnie Briddle was home on leave from the Army. He was a paratrooper with the 101st Airborne stationed at Fort Campbell, Ky. About 3 days before Christmas, he took me to his parents house and said I have something I want to show you. He took a small white box out of their china cabinet. He then showed me an engagement ring and said “I Love You, Will You Marry Me?” I said “Yes, I Love You Too.” Then he said “I’ll love you forever and ever and kissed me. We then spent the next eight or ten days together when we could before he had to go back to Fort Campbell. He finally got a ten-day leave in April and we got married. He passed away on April 20, 2000, after 36 wonderful years of marriage.

Ann Briddle

Blocher

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Friendship is the Best Gift

My most cherished memories are of the many friends I have been fortunate enough to make over the years. Friendship through the years is a wonderful thing it should be treasured as a diamond in a ring.

Georgia McKinley

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Happy Christmas Memories

My childhood Christmas memories was happy times growing up with my brother and three sisters. Christmas time we would help decorate our mom’s freshly cut tree. Our house was small and the tree smell filled each room. We didn’t get much, but we were happy. Mom’s big colorful lights brighten the whole room. I miss those Christmas, our family spent together. I remember the Little Church on Wardell Street in Scottsburg, where I attended with my grandma on Christmas Eve. Some of the people would go out caroling, that is something you don’t see anymore. Singing those songs, would make you fee so good. Back then the togetherness would make the season most special when I had my own children. I’d remember what our mom and did for us. So I keep the tradition of putting out bags of goodies under the tree Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, they’d get up early and watching them unwrapping their gifts, and hearing their laughter, will always be a special memory. As the Christmas went by and my children, had children of their own, We’d get together. It was an enjoyable time watching the grandkids, opening their gifts and the sound of their laughter brought back my childhood days. Now a days we still get together, going to their houses. O how I wish I could bring back those good old days. When I’m by myself sometimes, I think of those days and It will bring a tear to my eyes. Mom and Dad passed away several years ago. I lost two of my daughters. Christmas doesn’t seem the same without them. I visit with them on Christmas Day, put up Christmas decor, I tell my mom, Elise, my dad, Earl, my daughters, Jeannie and Cindy, Merry Christmas, love and miss you, But I know you are happy cause you are spending your Christmas in Heaven. Families need to be close at Christmas and everyday. This is a precious gift. God has given us. Merry Christmas my family and to all who reads this.

Bonnie Riley

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The Christmas Cake

I would like to tell you a story. It is called “The Christmas Cake.”

The winter of 1945 was a cold one in London, England, and a few days before Christmas it had snowed. The white blanket had brightened the normally drab streets but had failed to mask the terrible bomb damage that was so evident in this industrial suburb of the city.

An icy wind began to blow and the small boy lowered his head as he walked into it. He was dressed in short pants, an open necked shirt and short jacket. His long socks, which he had tired of hoisting up, rested around his ankles. The fact that he was not adequately dressed for such weather never occurred to him. Where he came from the children didn’t have summer clothes and winter clothes, they only had clothes which they wore year round, and these were his. The wind grew stronger and the boy turned up the collar of his jacket. It didn’t help much so he did what he always did when he got cold, he started to run.

He was on his way to the market to get a loaf of bread for his grandmother who he lived with. As he ran he thought about the changes that were happening and how they might affect him. World War 2 had just ended and he didn’t know if that was such a good thing or not. They had just repaired his school and would soon open it. No doubt they would shortly require him to attend. This “peace” the older people were always talking about certainly had its drawbacks. He was nine years old and had never known what it was like to live in peace. He was a child of war and had seen sights that no child should ever see. He knew the enemy too, the Germans, and he hated them. He had never actually seen a German except on the posters at the railway station. They all had shaven heads, bulging eyes and oversized teeth and always seemed to be kicking someone. Yes, they were different from the rest of us and he was happy that they had been beaten.

He couldn’t get too excited about this peace either, especially when there were far more important things at hand. The snow meant slides and snowball fights with the boys in neighboring streets and it would be Christmas in a few days. For him, Christmas was a time when you could earn money singing carols and since he was blessed with a fine alto voice, he always did well. There were never very many gifts at Christmas and he didn’t know why. In fact, he never even thought about it. It was something he accepted. There was however, something of far greater value sitting on the shelf in the food cupboard, that he did give a great deal of thought to, Grandma’s Christmas Cake.

In later years the boy found it difficult, if not impossible, to relate to others the level of anticipation and excitement that this cake generated. His Grandmother always seemed to find the necessary ingredients to create her culinary masterpiece each December. No mean feat in the days of Ration Books and shortages of everything. She then used her legendary skills as a cook to mix and blend the flour, butter, eggs, raisins, nuts, cherries and spices into a brown mixture that would emerge from the oven the golden centerpiece of the boy’s Christmas. He watched in awe every step of the cake’s creation and when the frosting was applied he was allowed to scrape the bowl for half a tablespoon of icing. Watching the cake being made and smelling the cake being baked was nothing to the pleasure of actually eating the cake. The boy always ate the cake slowly, partly to make the pleasure last longer, but also to savor the divine taste, in much the same way a wine connoisseur savors a particularly pleasing vintage. He was not allowed any cake until Christmas Day but he accepted this, after all it was a Christmas Cake, and it would soon be Christmas Day.

Still running, he rounded the corner by his school and stopped dead in his tracks. There on the corner, outside Mrs. Evan’s house, (GERMANS) four of them. The boy had heard the grownups talking about some wounded German prisoners of war being treated at the local military hospital but he didn’t think it was true. Now he knew it was. There they stood, obviously lost, trying to make sense of our impossible street system. They wore blue uniforms with the letters P.O.W. written in yellow on their backs. Yes, they were Germans alright. The boy looked them over and thought how very much like the English they were. There wasn’t one of them that looked like the Germans on the posters. They were cold too and shivered visibly. The few adults that passed by all gave them hostile looks. This area of London had suffered greatly from German bombing and the residents were not yet ready to forgive their former enemy. It was not the kind of weather to stand around in besides he wanted to tell someone what he had seen only a hundred yards from his front door, so he finished his run home.

When he related the story to his Grandmother, she didn’t seem surprised or even worried about his German invasion of their neighborhood. She just shook her head and sighed. The boy thought she looked sad. Just then an aunt arrived and repeated the story again. This time his Grandmother asked questions about the German soldiers, and the aunt told her what little she knew. His Grandmother said “They must be freezing out there and they are only boys.” Taking her statement literally the boy said “No Grandma they are grown men...much bigger than me.” She didn’t answer but smiled at the boy. She then went to the cupboard and took out the Christmas Cake. Taking a long knife, she cut out about a third of the cake and then cut that into four. She then carefully wrapped each piece in kitchen paper. The boy watched in silence. What was she doing? It wasn’t Christmas Day and the boy was so surprised he could only watch in silence. Suddenly it became clear. Having put all four pieces of cake in one bag she said to her Grandson “Take this to the German soldiers.” The boy could not believe his ears. “Your giving our Christmas Cake to Germans?” He asked. “Yes” she said “and hurry before they leave.” The boy could’nt believe what was happening. The ways of grownups were hard to understand sometimes. You wouldn’t find any of his friends wasting Christmas Cake on Germans. However, he took the cake back to where he last saw the German soldiers, hoping that they would not be there. He then intended waiting a respectful time before returning home to say he couldn’t find them, but alas they were still there. Something told him that his Grandmother was serious about this and that he had better not go against her wishes.

He approached the shivering men in blue cautiously. He held out the package and said “This is for you.” One German took it from the boy and unwrapped one of the pieces of cake. He said something to the others in a language unknown to the boy. Then the tallest of the four men said “Who sent this?” The boy replied “My Grandmother.” They spoke again in their strange tongue and then the tall man said “Please thank your Grandmother for us,” and that ended the brief exchange.

This is a true story. That little boy was me and that wonderful caring Grandmother was Ellen Sofia McDermott, Your Great Grandmother.

Not long before this happened, she had been notified that her youngest son had been killed while serving with the British Army in India. The year before her son-in-law, the husband of her youngest daughter, had been killed in action at Anzio, Italy. He was my father and your Grandfather. Her grief was deep but it never clouded her vision or tainted her loving heart. Where others saw the enemy she saw young boys shivering in the snow.

Every Christmas the memory of that event become more precious. It has outlasted in time and value all the gifts I have ever received. I now realize why I never had many presents as a child. Fate gave me most of my share all at one time in form of that loving, gentle soul, my Grandmother.

Each Christmas I remember that day and the lesson I was taught. This Christmas I thought I would share it with you. Much love, Merry Christmas, Dad.

Written to his daughters:

Peter Farrow

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Remembering Christmas

With My Wife and Daughter

Looking over the years, I’ve remembered a lot of my happy memories of Christmas as a child. Now with the loss of my wife, Jennifer, back in February 2012, I’ve started reflecting more on my Christmas’ with her and my daughter, Emily. We always loved Christmas time at our house and we did so many different things throughout the year which makes many happy memories. We would always begin the morning asking Emily what day it was, and Emily would say “It’s Jesus’ birthday.” and we all would say Happy Birthday Jesus! Then we would prepare an very large Christmas dinner with turkey and all the fixings, eating in our special Christmas dinner ware we got in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Then after dinner we would gather around the tree to open all our gifts. Gift unwrapping at our house took about three hours, each person opened each gift one at a time and then we would pass out the next present to the next person to unwrap. We always used our smarts when it came to buying presents each year, each person had 40 to 50 gifts to open, which made for a very full day and full Christmas tree. Now all the gifts were not all that spectacular, but we did get each other some very nice gifts, but we also went out and bought each other our necessities that we would use throughout the year, such as toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, and lots of things you needed sometime during the year. We would also throw in a random gag gift or two, to each other, just to throw in some laughs amongst the opening of the gifts. It has gotten to the point we couldn’t have a Christmas without the gag gifts. Others have come to expect them to. Looking back over these past Christmas with Jennifer and Emily I will have a lot to be thankful for in remembering the 18 Christmas that we had to share.

Sometimes we would also postpone Christmas to New Years Eve in order to take advantage of all the after Christmas sales and to cut out a lot of the crowds that were out during the Christmas shopping season and it gave us time to spend with our families on Christmas Eve and Day and to take part in our Christmas cantata’s at church, which meant so much more to us than being rushed to having our Christmas on Christmas Day.

However, the most important thing I remember us doing as a family on Christmas Day as we gathered in the living room to open presents. We would get the Bible out and pray and read the Christmas Story from the book of Luke, Chapter 2. The one and only reason for the season!

This year has been very difficult with some bittersweet memories to cherish and to hang on to. Emily and myself are preparing for our Christmas again this year, but Jennifer will be with us in our hearts, as we celebrate the birth of our savior Jesus Christ with my family and Jennifer’s family and our friends and church family.

Marcus and Emily Amos

Austin

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Receiving Porcelain

Nurse Dolls

from Salvation Army

The Christmas that is embedded in my memory many years ago when I was just a child, but I remember it as vividly as if it were yesterday.

We were living in Madison then and my father was very ill and unable to work. He had injured his leg with a sledge hammer while working on construction of a highway. Then he got pneumonia. We barely had enough money to pay our rent and electric bills. I remember we had to credit our groceries at the little store down the street. My mom would send me there for a few necessity groceries. Mr. Ward, the owner was very kind to me and would give me a sack of penny candy back then a penny bought you a small sack of candy.

When Christmas neared mom explained that we shouldn’t expect much because of dad’s illness The older children understood, but I didn’t because of course I still believed in Santa Claus.

The night before Christmas someone knocked on the door when my mom opened it, several people came in carrying sacks of groceries, lots of fruit and candy and a large sack of gifts. I don’t remember what all I got, but still remember the thing I prized most, it was a box containing six or eight small porcelain dolls dressed as nurses, only four-inches tall. These people were from the Salvation Army. Mr. Ward and Mr. Handton, a policeman who lived down the street had told them about my father’s illness and inability to work.

Every Christmas when I see the people collecting for the Salvation Army. I think of that time when they came to our house and what a difference they made for us. I always give knowing some other families are going to be helped and how a child will receive that one special gift that will be remembered for a lifetime.

My father recovered and worked well into his eighties.

Georgia McNeely

Scottsburg

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Birth of Granddaughter

on Christmas Day!

My Favorite Christmas !I would have to say the most wonderful Christmas I have ever had was Christmas Day 2004. That evening The most beautiful sweet angel was born. My sweet granddaughter Mackenzie Gail Wesley !

She takes it to heart that she was born on Jesus’ birthday , Every time we are together She tells me that she loves me all the way to Jesus. She loves Jesus and loves to pray with her mama. Thank you, Merry Christmas and God Bless.

Bobbie Mullins

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First Cassette

Tape Player

My favorite Christmas memory was the year my Mom got my sister and me our first cassette tape player back in the '80's.

We opened it and found a cassette tape already inside! We played it and heard Santa himself wishing us a Merry Christmas and told us what good little girls we had been that year. We kept that tape for years!

Jenny Greathouse Smith

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Daddy Coming Home

for Christmas During WWII

World War II: Looking out my grandfather's window on Christmas morning and seeing my Dad walking down the road carrying his duffle bag. He had made it home for Christmas. I was three years old.

David Sebree

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Going to Grandma’s

and seeing the family

I can remember going to my grandmas and all the family would be there but now that she has went on to be with the lord the family doesn’t hardly get together anymore I want the old times back cause I love all my family an friends.

Lawrence Sweet

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Family Staying All Night

Playing music, singing and

Happy Birthday to Jesus

My Christmas memory is when I was little our whole family got together and spent the night together.. We'd pick songs out on the guitar and sing and play games and eat. In the morning before anyone opened any gifts we would, and still do, sing Happy Birthday to Jesus Christ in celebration of his birth.

Brandon Brown

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Remembering Memories

of my Grandma

and Grandpa Barrett and Amos

I have so many Christmas memories. I do remember trekking out with my parents to my Grandma and Grandpa Barrett’s house one year on Christmas eve. The snow was coming down and the it was at least eight to ten inches deep. As a kid, I always enjoyed the idea of getting presents, just like every kid, but this wasn’t what I remembered the most about that Christmas. They lived in a tiny trailer on Harrod Road in Austin, several family members would come in throughout the evening, visiting with Grandma and Grandpa Barrett. I enjoyed visiting with them very much and listening to their stories they would tell about years past and growing up in Kentucky. I always loved going to their home, cause Grandma was always cooking. Man, I loved that good old Kentucky food, she always made the best food. I think one of my favorite things I remember going to their house was even though they lived in a tiny trailer, was they had pictures of their children and grandchildren on the walls on shelves. It seemed we didn’t get to visit much with my Grandma and Grandpa Barrett very often growing up, I still loved them more than anything. I take great pride in my middle name as I was named after my grandfather, Green Barrett. Christmas was also bittersweet, around Christmas one year, when we were also in the funeral home for my grandfather on Christmas eve. I miss him very much! But I got to have a very meaningful conversation with him in the hospital, just a few days before he passed away before Christmas. He was not able to speak much, but I found comfort in speaking to him about Jesus, and I knew he wasn’t going to be around much longer. I asked my grandfather did he know Jesus and if he had accepted him as his Lord and Savior. He gurgled a little as I was trying to help suction his mouth out to keep him from strangling. He spoke to me and told me he loved me and that he had accepted the Lord in to his heart. It meant a lot to hear that, and it means more to me today, knowing that one day I will get to see him again in Heaven.

I’m lucky now my Grandma Barrett is still alive and kicking and is now remarried to a wonderful man, Roy Hunter, and they are now raising a seven year old now. It is so precious to see them. I can say now I have finally got to really know them more than ever in the past few years, like I really wanted to as child. I’m am so thankful to have them in my life and my entire Barrett family.

Another memory I have is at my Grandma Minnie and Grandpa Gilbert Amos house on Christmas eve. The day would start out around 2 p.m. with the family from North Vernon arriving at my grandparents house to visit staying for a few hours, before they had to leave and go visit other extended family, then around 4 or 5 the rest of the children and grandchildren would begin arriving into that small six room house that would eventually have about 40-50 people cramped together throughout the whole house and I should say, with one bathroom at that. There would be eating in the kitchen, socializing and storytelling in the living rooms and spilling into the bedrooms were my uncles and cousins playing the piano, bass guitar, guitars, harmonica, banjo and having a great time playing music with Grandma and Grandpa in there listen to their family having a good time.

In one of the living rooms would be a small five foot scrawny little Christmas tree, that brings back memories of Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree, stack on six bricks to make it taller, and the branches being scarcely spread apart, but was decorated to the top with decorations and lights, and man I could say that old tree really looked beautiful. But then again on that night you could hardly see much of it, as presents were stack half way up around and way out in the middle of the floor. Grandma and Grandma made sure to have presents for everyone that came to their house, and even if it was a pair or socks or set of towels, or cologne and powder for the ladies, and toys for the kids. No one went home empty handed. I don’t know how they did it. They had no money, but my grandma always made sure to take out a Christmas Club account every year to make sure she could do this for her family. Grandma and Grandpa looked forward to their family coming in each year. Before you knew it the day was coming to an end. My grandparents always waited until about 10 or 11 at night to pass out gifts to everyone, which was agonizing for us kids, as we all tried to stay in the room with the presents. The memories of going out every weekend to K-Mart and other stores in Clarksville during the 1970s and 1980s and 3-D’s in Scottsburg was what we did to make sure Grandma and Grandpa had the gifts, bought up, wrapped and put back for the family. It was a major undertaking, but one that I looked forward to each and every year. As the years went on, Grandpa Gilbert Amos passed away in the 1980s, the family continued to do this tradition up until Grandma Minnie was stricken with a stroke in the 1990s. Then slowly, the gathering got smaller and smaller, the families grew and obligations were spread thin. Now these are only memories of Christmas gone by, but they are still real in our minds at Christmas in many of my cousins and brother and sisters, and aunts and uncles during the Christmas season. But as long as we keep these memories passed on, those good times will live on in our hearts and minds.

I love all my family and wish them a very merry Christmas!

Marcus Greene Amos

Austin

 

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Receiving Treats

From the Bus Driver

My bus driver every year since I was old enough to go to school was Sam Sebastian and every Christmas, Sam would give each child a brown paper bag filled with an orange, an apple, a candy cane, peanuts and a snickers bar. It was such a nice treat. Thanks Sam!

Linda Baker Dawson

Scottsburg

 

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An Old-Fashioned Christmas”

Memories of the early 1900's according to Claude Hardy, deceased, 1983: Claude was my father and was born in 1899. These are his recollections, which are an oral family history account. Christmas day was often celebrated by having a dinner at the church, Paynesville Christian, in Saluda Township. If the weather permitted, families would board their buggies or wagons, which were pulled by horses.

The horses sometimes had bells on their harness and as the team clopped, the bells would ring. One team of horses owned by the Hardy family was named, Prince and Lady. With his parents, Dallas and Mary, sons; Claude, Omer, Stanton, and Harold, dressed warmly, covered with blankets and using heated bricks made the five mile trek to the church.

As related, Claude did not have a decorated Christmas tree in his home. The gifts for his brothers and him were an orange and peanuts in the shell. When he became an elder of the congregation, he insisted that brown paper sacks-pokes-be filled with an orange and peanuts in the shell.

The church had an evening Christmas program with recitations, singing, plays and the manger scene. At the conclusion of the program, Santa Claus* arrived in Paynesville with bells ringing and the congregation would sing Jingle Bells.

In Santa's pack on his back were the filled bags. While Santa was saying Ho, Ho, Ho, he passed out the bags to the delight of all. For my father, it was a nostalgic act, he wanted everyone to be as happy as he was to receive these special treats as a child. Rarely, in the early 1900's did a farm family have any fresh store bought fruit in the winter or special treats.

*Children seldom saw a "live, walking, talking Santa" or multiple Santas, as is the commercial culture of today.

Janice Hardy Stanley

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Through the Eyes of a Child

My most memorable Christmas was the first time I saw Christmas through the eyes of one of my own children. It was December of 1996. My husband and I had our first child, Taylor, in January of that year. As the Holiday season unfolded, we watched her as she enjoyed all of the sights, sounds, and smells of the season in amazement. The Christmas tree, in all its magnificent colors, captivated her for hours. One evening, my husband and I sat with her by the tree and enjoyed the twinkling lights together until she fell asleep. She gazed at those lights as if they were the most brilliant and beautiful sight she’d ever seen.

My husband and I still gaze at each of our three children with that same amazement as we watch them each year.

Tiffany Barrett

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Christmas Meant Getting

a New Doll

For a girl growing up in the early 1950's, Christmas meant getting a new doll. Over the years there were Ronnie (a celluloid doll), and Patricia Jane, and Rosa Kay. But my favorite doll was Susan Marie Walker.

She had blue eyes and blond hair braided into pigtails. But her most unique feature was that she had legs jointed at the hips so that she could be "walked." She was not soft, but made of a rigid plastic material, which enabled her to be walked. She had red plastic shoes and white socks, and her dress was of red and white "windowpane" checks with white trim.

I had requested this doll, and my mom had ordered her from some ladies' magazine in which the doll was advertised. (Since we lived in the country, shopping was often done by mail.)

Brenda Holzworth

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Nightmare Before

Christmas

It was Christmas Eve, 2008. We had guests coming for dinner and a gift exchange. Dinner was ready. Bill had felt bad all day. I had sent him to bed earlier in the afternoon.

When I asked how he felt, he wasn't feeling any better. I told him to get his shoes on that we were going to the ER at the local hospital.

To make a long story short, they found evidence of a previous heart attack. He was transferred to Floyd County Hospital where they scheduled him for a quadruple by-pass. While he was on the way to Floyd County, I came home, fed the crowd, then my son and I left for the hospital.

Bill had the by-pass, a stroke shortly after surgery, then a collapsed lung. Thank God he was in the hospital when all that happened.

When he finally came home, our new furnace wouldn't work, our furnace man was on vacation in Florida, the fireplace broke, and we had to use space heaters for warmth. The furnace guy called a friend who came to fix the furnace (it took them 3 days to fix it). It was like the Nightmare Before Christmas!

Brenda Brewer

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First Christmas As

A Married Couple

I will never forget Christmas Eve of 1985, the first year John and I celebrated Christmas as a young married couple.

John had been working a side job to make a little extra money as a Santa Claus in the L.S. Ayres Department Store in downtown Indianapolis.

I borrowed a gray wig, old lady spectacles, and a red and white dress from my grandmother. So, a young 22 year old newly married couple disguised as Santa and Mrs. Claus went bearing Christmas gifts for an anonymous single mother and her children from our church.

To this day, we still don't know their names nor they ours. All we know is that it blessed us more to be able to give this young single mother and her children a wonderful Christmas.

That's what it's all about: Giving gifts in celebration of the birth of the Christ child to a lost and dying world. Let His birth, life, death, and resurrection not be in vain. He came to give Eternal Life to all who would believe in Him, accept Him as their personal Lord and Savior, and live a life committed and surrendered to Him.

Lori Croasdell

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Most Memorable

Christmas was as a Child

My most memorable Christmas occurred when I was only 5 or 6 years old. My family had attended Midnight Mass and on the way home I was watching the sky for Rudolph’s blinking nose. I was sure I saw it as my dad hurried home. When we arrived home, my uncle was there. My mom, dad and uncle were talking and I was just too excited to go to bed. They all reminded me several times that I needed to get ready for bed so that Santa would come. As I danced around in the kitchen disobeying, I heard a large clatter of bottles on the back porch. ( My mom was a Coca- Cola fan and at that time you could return the glass bottles for a deposit on the next pack). I knew Santa had arrived and he was coming through the back door, because we did not have a chimney. I am sure that no child has ever jumped into her pajamas and gone to sleep as quickly as I did. I will never forget that night and the magic that I felt and still feel every year because of it. I wish that every parent knew how to instill that magic in their children the way my mom and dad did. My dad will not be here with me this year and I miss him dearly. He is in my heart always. Thanks mom for making every Christmas special and for creating that memorable Christmas. I love you so much.

Connie Mull

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Greatest Christmas Memories

Before I Knew the Truth

No specifics, but, My greatest Christmas memories are before I knew “the truth” about that guy from the North Pole. After that the magic disappeared. It wasn’t until I got a little older that I started to appreciate it again and then when I had children…….complete circle!

Perry Hunter

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Breakfast on

Christmas Morning

My favorite Christmas memory is Waking up on Christmas morning after opening presents the night before and seeing my mom, dad and my niece Sylvia in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Sylvia was only 2 or 3 and she insisted on helping my mom make biscuits. She asked, "Maw what does flour smell like?" and before my mom could answer her Sylvia sniffed it and began to cry it burned. She was so sweet and never again did she sniff flour. I think the smells and the laughter are what I remember most about the holidays at my parents house.

Jackie Sue Smith

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Christmas Letter

To My Father

I’m really proud that you were chosen to be my dad for many reasons, mainly the fact that you stood by your family no matter what. You were there in times of illness through the deaths of two of your children. When times were hard due to when you injured your leg with a sledge hammer while working on building a new highway on Madison’s hill-top. Because you needed the money, you continued working, then developed blood poisoning and then pneumonia and were bed-fast for weeks, no job, no money. Some other dads might have called it quits and gone on to greener pastures, but not my dad!

Mom always said I was your favorite, but I think it only seemed that way because I always stayed close to home, watched Dottie, Ken and Edna and did the cooking while you and mom both worked at the Powder Plant in Charlestown.

Remember when you took me downtown Madison to buy a stove just for me to cook on. I got to pick it out, that was a real thrill. I couldn’t have been happier if you had bought me a new bicycle. I remember going to Holwagers Grocery store and buying steak and green beans for supper that night and my first attempt at making gravy. Everything turned out fine except the gravy, which was so thick, I could hardly stir it, after all a whole cup of flour. I hid it under some trash in the garbage can. Wonder whatever happened to that stove.

Dad I just want you to know I am proud and fortunate enough to have a dad who liked children, for I have wonderful brothers and sisters to share my life with, all made possible by you and mom.

There’s something I want you and Judy to know, when mom died it devastated all of us. We were still grieving six months later, when we learned you were dating Judy, we weren’t at all understanding about it and some of the family even quit coming home, but as time heals, all of us have come to appreciate the fact that she has been a good wife and companion to you. I just want her to know that I like her and I think she knows that. In fact, I think she is terrific. I think when Judy loses her mom she will better understand how we felt, it was too much too soon. Since this is your 18th year together. I just wanted you to know that I think you are a great dad.

My dad passed away six months after I sent him this Christmas letter. Judy told me how good it made him feel and how he kept it and reread it.

She gave me the letter and I take it out and reread it occasionally and think of my wonderful dad, especially at Christmas time.

Georgia McNeely

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Cherishing Memories

with Family and Grandparents

In Lake Station, Indiana

When I was a child me my mom and dad use to go to Lake Station, Indiana where my grandma and Grandpa Parks lived I remember my last year going there was Christmas 1987. It was a very cold and snowy Christmas I new that when we got there the house would smell so good my granny would be cooking what she could the night before and making her famous fried apple pies. My grandpa would have went and got nuts fruit and candy of every kind all put in bowls all over the house. We always ordered pizza the night before so my granny would not dirty her kitchen as she called it. Then next day my aunt Brenda and her family and my Uncle Jr and his family would all gather in the house a small 2 bedroom house seemed like there was no where to sit. My grandpa would sit by the tree and he would hand out the presents and you could not open it until everyone had one. After opening all the gifts my grandpa and grandma would say they did not need any gifts just having us all together was enough. Then my grandpa would tell his best Christmas as a child he got 4 walnuts an apple and a peppermint stick and a new pair of pants and he said he thought they were rich. My grandma would say how her father would go out and kill the largest turkey that they had been fattening up for weeks and they always had bread pudding. After all there great stories we would eat and sit around and play games and enjoy are time together.

My grandpa has been dead since May of 1999 and my Granny (Dorothy Parks) is 86 and still living my kids love her as much as I did as a child and I love to look at them talking to her knowing she is telling them a story that I am sure I was told as a child. How I would love to go back in time I would never complain about how crowded it was or the thought of hearing another story of when I was a child I walked a mile up hill in the snow and never missed a day in school. Oh I would love to hear just one more of those stories or sit in that small living room and just talk one more time. So cherish each and every moment you never no when its your last.

Trish White

Austin

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A Christmas Tree

In 1946 or 1947, my older brother, a younger sister and I attended a one room school in Switzerland County, Indiana. We had a snow storm a couple weeks before Christmas, leaving about six inches on the ground.

It was the custom for the kids at school to go find a Christmas tree in the surrounding country side about a week before school was to let out for vacation. In those days farmers didn’t care if a bunch of kids walked across their property or cut down a tree. Since there weren’t any pine in that part of the country, we used cedar and they were always such a nuisance. The teacher, Mr. Wiley, had one of the eighth grade boys bring an axe to school on a Friday morning. After taking roll and informing the school that any one wanting to, could go for the tree except for the first and second graders. They were too small. I don’’t think he wanted to go either. One of the older boys was put in charge, but we hadn’t gone a couple hundred yards before the leader and a girl couldn’t agree on which way to go or how long to stay out. The boy wasn’t interested in getting a tree, but wanted to stay out until about time for school to be dismissed. The girl wanted to get back in time to decorate the tree with the little one’s since they had to stay behind. One half of the kids went one direction and the other half went towards our farm located about a mile away. After walking, playing, throwing snowballs and making enough noise to let the whole country side know where we were, we found a really nice tree about eight feet tall and perfectly shaped. It was located in our pasture and not far from our home. Since we didn’t have an axe, Don, my older brother, along with a couple other boys went to the house, while the rest of us built a fire and played in the snow until they returned. Finding the tree and cutting it down was easy, but pulling it back to the school was a huge chore. Mr. Wiley cut it off and sat it in place with the help of every one. Then we spent the rest of the day decorating and singing carols. Finally the other group returned just before time for school to be dismissed, which is what they wanted. They did manage to bring a tree in, but had cut it down across the road from the school.

Fred Gullion

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Magical Time at

Christmas in Maine

Growing up in Maine, Christmas was magical, lots and lots of snow and cold weather to make you really think you lived in the North Pole with Santa and his elves. My parents did, and still do, live on several acres of woods in Auburn, Maine. Every Christmas for as long as I can remember, our family and close friends went on a Christmas night walk in the woods. Just when your stomach was full from a large delicious meal and you were sliding into a food coma after a fun day of presents, food and fellowship, my parents would motivate all of us to get ready for mother nature. Mother nature is very active every year in Maine on December 25th.

Over the years, we romped in four feet of snow, 20 degrees below zero, ice, etc. It was a big production to dress appropriately for the weather and my parents made sure we did. Face masks, snow shoes, two layers of gloves, long underwear from L.L. Bean. My memory of the moon each year is so vivid. In the darkness, the stars and the moon seemed within reaching distance and they were the only light we used on our annual family Christmas night winter adventure walk. Our dogs loved this experience and could not wait to get out the door once we started getting dressed. There were times that the snow was so deep they could not move in the drifts and my dad and our friends carried them in backpacks so they could still participate.

An hour or two later when we got back home, we had hot chocolate and whip cream to warm us, curled up by the fire and all fell asleep listening to Christmas music. Every year I was reminded of the God given beauty of nature, even in the pitch black still of the night, and the thankfulness of blessings of family, close friends, and health.

Dianna Boyce

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Christmas Memories

Those Remembered and Missed

Christmas, memories, I remember and miss is back ten years ago, when my family would gather Christmas Eve at my oldest daughter’s (Lisa) house or my sons’ house (Tim) The house was full, grandkids waiting to open their presents. Special dinner of turkey and all the trimmings. The children opened their gifts first. That was so the adults could take pictures of their smiling faces. Special times like that brings back so many precious memories. Hearing the laughter, everyone talking at once. Since that Last Christmas, 2005, my daguhter (Jeannie) is now celebrating Christmas in Heaven. We all miss her smiling face. She loved Christmas and family get-togethers. Our tradition on Christmas eve we still have, It’s not the same without her. But I know she is there with us, we keep her memory within our hearts. This Christmas, my little family has sent our Lord another Angel, my youngest daughter (Cindy) to celebrate Christmas with her sister and our Lord in Heaven. Our Lord took her home nine months ago. It’s going to be hard this year. But as we’re all together, I’ll feel that they are both with us. I’ll be sad, but happy too, knowing they are happy being together again and God has chosen two special angels for His Kingdom. I think of them often when they were young, the Christmas we shared and when they had their own Little Families. Christmas is a Special Day the time to celebrate the birth of our Dear Jesus. And I’ll celebrate knowing he is always with my girls. Family get-togethers are o special, enjoying each other, holding loving memories for all to remember. So this Christmas. I’ll wish my girls and my mom and dad in Heave and my family here on Earth the Merriest Christmas ever.

Bonnie Riley

 
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Wednesday, 20 December 2017 10:32

The Boards of Commissioners of Clark, Floyd, Jefferson, Scott and Washington counties have selected the regional leaders who will serve as the Board of Directors for the Our Southern Indiana Regional Development Authority (RDA). The five individuals who make up the Board of the new organization are:

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